I lowered myself onto the bed, carefully, like it might shatter beneath me if I wasn’t careful. I was tense, every inch of me aware of his presence beside me. But now that I was here, lying in his bed, a new kind of confusion settled in.
Should I face him? That felt too… intimate, somehow. But then again, turning my back on him felt odd too, almost like I was being dismissive. And there was no way I was about to fall asleep with my back turned, especially knowing he’d be right there, seeing only… well, that side of me. I’d never been one to think too much about it, but my usual way of sleeping—curled up with my back slightly arched and, okay, maybe pushing my hips out a bit—suddenly felt painfully inappropriate.
What on earth was I doing here?
I pulled the blanket over myself, half-wond
